[ She rocks her head back and forth as she considers the (admittedly) boring scenario. Himeka is well aware that a majority of the time spent hunting anything is usually long periods of time spent in preparation and wait followed with a few short moments of action. She's not great at the first part. ]

Not really, no. The rain is nice, though. What sort of nest? Was it worth the wait?

[ 'Why is an elf called an elf?' She laughs outright at that--not mockery, but pure amusement. ]

They're only called that on the First, actually--or whatever it is that you're from, apparently.

[ The last batch of skewers make it on the grill as what's complete sits steaming enticingly in front of them, which leads Himeka to now wonder what her next concoction will be. Maybe something to go with the skewers? ]

What do you call your star?